The Deepest Winter - A Poem for Christmas

Poem by Clotilde Zehnder

Calligraphy by Katherine Zehnder

Evening Hymn

When day has breathed his last gold ray

And light has faded into dark,

The moon in radiance reaches down

Upon the sleeping, slumbering world,

And gently touches as it falls

Each lost and wandering bark.

And while the world is sleeping still,

The lonely traveler lifts his eyes

And on the moon his heart attends.

For in her light his soul is free,

And in her kindly radiance, now,

He finds his home at last.